bluegargantua

Hi,

OK, so imagine that Great Cthulhu has a head cold. The worst head cold you can imagine.

Now imagine the blasphemous creature blowing his nose...er...tentacles....

Is there any Earth-born kleenex that could withstand Mighty Cthulhu's non-Euclidian mucus?

Tremble and fear, mortals. Tremble and fear.
Tom

p.s. Also, thunder and lighting. In November. The heck?!?

Horace Greely went over this road once. When he was leaving Carson City he told the driver, Hank Monk, that he had an engagement to lecture at Placerville and was very anxious to go through quick. Hank Monk cracked his whip and started off at an awful pace. The coach bounced up and down in such a terrific way that it jolted the buttons all off of Horace's coat, and finally shook his head clean through the roof of the stage, and then he yelled at Hank Monk and begged him to go easier -- said he warn't in as much of a hurry as he was awhile ago. But Hank Monk said, "Keep your seat, Horace, and I'll get you there on time!" -- and you bet he did, too, what was left of him!

Ha! I kill me!
Tom

My name is Ridgely W. Harrison the Fourth.

I sell copiers.

Man...Ridgely...the Fourth...there's a family tale....
Tom

p.s. Sweetie! Ridgely!